This dimension’s time was up. The island was being pulled in on itself. Skye knew that it was because of her. That they were trying to get rid of her before she became too much trouble. She was badly injured from the battle leading up to this last attack, and using what little strength she had left, opened a gateway between timelines.
She’d hide out in another reality until she was strong enough, she thought to herself as she sprinted to escape the collapsing pocket dimension. The pastel vulpine leapt off the edge of the island. She thought back on how this all began.
... The leader of a rebellion, captured and made to fight in the arena. After what they saw, her near effortlessly taking down every copy they threw at her... They feared what she was capable of, so they tried to end her existence. Delaying her by pitting her up against the most powerful of their copies while they shattered the crystal that kept the pocket dimension stable.
She fell through the rift she created, an aura of energy surrounding her that would protect her from the fall, before she vanished from the timeline entirely to recover. The rift closed behind her, swiftly ending any chances of them following her.